Dean could honestly kill anyone if the wind blew in the wrong direction on some days. The fact that Liv had talked him down from making a huge mistake was a benefit, a plus. Something he needed to happen otherwise he wouldn't have been able to live with himself. Even caught in the rage, the small voice in the back of his mind told him it wasn't a good idea. What was a good idea was pretending for a moment -- pretending for a moment his heart wasn't pounding in his chest just a few beats quicker and, while the anger was gone, the murderous impulse still flooded his body.
But he didn't want to kill Liv. And that was the only good thing he saw from this. He actually wanted to have this moment and he was not pretending about that. Dean smiled against her lips at the 'yes please', biting her bottom lip for a moment before breaking away. "As much as I love PDA...how 'bout we take the pie and stop making out in the booth like a couple love sick teenagers? And go make out like a couple love sick teenagers while...sitting on my sofa? Or yours. I have a roommate...and...your place. Let's go to your place."